Harry and Louis used to be together, until they weren't, but with a twist of fate and a bit of magic, could this be their chance to find forever in each other's arms? It's the final OTRA Show in Sheffield. They've played their last song, the fans are screaming, and the boys have given each other warm embraces, all except Harry and Louis that is... because they don't do that. Not anymore. Not for a long time. Just as they're about to roll out their well-practised avoidance tactics and bypass each other, a blinding light flashes across the arena and in an instant Harry and Louis find themselves alone, in a tower, in the middle of a raging sea, with no way out and nowhere to go. On the table in front of them is an hourglass with the sand running out and underneath that is a note... "You've been given a moment in time, an opportunity few get, to right the wrongs of actions past. You have twenty-four hours until your return. Use it wisely." Notes: This work contains explicit sexual content.

Louis loves music. He loves to listen to music, to promote musicians on his radio show, and more than anything, he loves to talk about music. What he hadn't expected was to be sitting trapped, on air, in his studio with a stranger who it turns out is just as passionate about music as Louis is. Or the one where Louis doesn't have a type, no matter what Niall says, but if he did, it'd probably be the guy currently trapped in his radio studio and grinning back at him from across the desk.

"Hey Harry. Really sorry to do this to you but an emergency has come up with Vera's mum and we've had to jump a flight home. My mate Louis is going to take over my LYFT clients while I'm away. He's got my car and my phone and everything else. Hope that's okay. He's a good guy and I think you two are going to get along brilliantly. Catch you soon, Benny." OR the one where Harry gets a replacement LYFT driver, Louis is just trying to earn some extra cash before the baby arrives, and they both end up with way more than they bargained for. Spanish translation by louelsolecito now available: https://www.wattpad.com/1143996778-going-my-way-%CA%9A%C9%9E-traducci%C3%B3n-%E2%9C%94-%E2%99%A1 Notes: This work contains explicit sexual content.

Not my story from bottomlinsons on ao3 After a misunderstanding with Liam's mother, Louis agrees to accompany his best friend to a family wedding and pretend to be the world's best boyfriend. But their simple plan goes awry when he learns that Harry, ex-boyfriend/ex-love of Louis' life, will also be in attendance. (aka: fake!boyfriends with a twist ft. bromance, romance and cake.)

There's a boy sitting on the branch. Harry's sure he's a real, live boy, not a pretend one. Only- he doesn't look like any boy Harry's seen before. Because he glows. His skin looks like there's a gentle light coming out of it, and if Harry squints- are those colours on the boy's skin? Harry suddenly thinks, looking at him, that he looks just like the sky. [louis is a fallen star and harry brings him home. told over the course of fourteen years.] This is not my work the author of this is tinyweirdloves on archive of our own. All the credit goes to her!! Simply posting for the Wattpad community 😊 link to her page here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3724387/chapters/8251465

When footballer Louis Tomlinson needs to get match fit in a hurry, team doctor and best mate Niall Horan prescribes an unusual form of treatment. Known in the business as Doctor Magic, Harry Styles has somewhat unorthodox methods, but they get results. Can Harry work his special brand of magic on Louis and get to the heart of the problem, and will Louis finally get the relief he needs?

Looking back, Louis should've known that the universe likes to fuck with idiots like him who think they've got it all sorted. Looking back, he should've known that the minute he relaxed and let his guard down, when he thought things were going smoothly, that's when it would hit him. Looking back, he should've known to be on the lookout for a curveball. He just hadn't accounted for that curveball to have long legs, green eyes, and dimples; a curveball named Harry Styles.

Louis is Troy, Harry is Gabriella, and we find out what really happened after karaoke at that ski resort... The emcee leans in between them, handing over his mic to the blue-eyed vision. "You know what? Someday... Someday you guys might thank me for this..." Note: This work contains explicit sexual content.

*NOT MY STORY* All credit goes to alltheselights on ao3!! "I hate frats," Louis repeats for what feels like the millionth time. "Yes, I've heard, once or twice or every day for the past three years," Liam says. His careful tone reminds Louis of how his mom always sounds when one of his siblings is on the brink of a tantrum. Louis glances speculatively at Liam's frat brothers, who are still huddled together and chatting, with the exception of the one who's looking in Louis' direction. Maybe Louis shouldn't rule out a tantrum. While making a scene wouldn't actually free him from fraternity nonsense in the future, it would at least be entertaining. AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

Harry's an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn't the first time they've met.